I finally succumbed to reading this collection, with its title that launched a million derivatives. I can't deny that the writing is beautiful - spare and evocative and singular - but DAMN, the misogyny! The experience was a wild ride between appreciating the deliberate, finely-tuned emotional subtext one minute and then being like, "fucking YIKES" the next. Carver paints his pictures really, really well...I just hate what he's showing me.